Do I Need All The Pieces To My Soul?
I want to tell you that I love you
But I can’t
Because you’re not the only one
I always believed in a soul mate
But apparently there is more than one
The problem is my soul is a puzzle
And nobody can be all the pieces
You couldn’t dream the order of the fit
Because I make it up as I go along
There isn’t a key or a way to be
You just have to be a piece
And that is best
Because that is the easiest thing for you
But can you lay next to the other pieces?
It seems the secret is in the past
The longer I’ve known you
The more fragments there are that bear your name
And even though there are some holes
The image of who I am is visible
Especially the further away I get
But can I live without the missing pieces?